Bring me the equipment.

Bayou quickly called out to the bone beast werewolf.

Requesting the evil set and another large bone mace for her experience card was about to expire and she feared it would be broken beyond use.

Arthur, let us go.

With four pieces of equipment in hand, Bayu mounted Arthur S.

back, ready to soar back to the castle.

The eradication of the goblin tribe has reached a perfect conclusion.

As Bayou firmly set foot within the castle once more, a profound sense of security enveloped her.

Outside the grand entrance of the castle courtyard, two outdoor lanterns adorned the entrance, each composed of a hexagonal base and six faces framed in a modest black.

Crafted from an unknown material, exuding simplicity without any ostentation.

They hung symmetrically on either side of the door rather than lanterns.

They could more aptly be described as light fixtures.

Nonetheless, by you found no reason to dwell on such trivialities.

Fortunately, the illumination they cast was decidedly mundane.

A warm yellow light that, while slightly dim, avoided the eerie greens and blues of spectral illumination.

This was the concealed lighting of a unique edifice.

Should anyone gaze upon byu's castle from a distance, they would behold a stark emptiness, say for barren land and desecated trees.

Scattered outside the castle lay remnants of various creatures.

The spoils of hunts undertaken by the undead prior to their assault on the goblin tribe.

A previous skirmish with weirwolves had diminished their bounty, leaving only a modest collection of remains.

Bayou, now a wealthy magnate, regarded the poultry few hundred food rations with disdain.

The current devaluation of food had rendered it increasingly worthless, a lamidable reality that prompted a sigh from her lips.

Upon dismantling the carcasses, she acquired one 0000 units of food and 100 magic crystals, a sum that pald in comparison to her previous fortunes.

Even after the generous double drop within the castle, the newly summoned undead were crowded around the black water altar, undergoing enhancements.

Once fortified, they were promptly dispatched by Bayou.

The castle was simply too small to accommodate such a throng of lowly undead.

Furthermore, did they presume that her royal castle was a mere playground for their kind? Bayou perused the trading post, astonished to discover that elite food had completely sold out.

She had anticipated a lull in trading during the evening hours.

Yet, it appeared that elite food was in exceptionally high demand.

Regrettably, her own supply of elite food was scanned.

Claiming her rewards from the trading post, she received a notification.

Congratulations, Lord.

You have successfully traded and acquired 874 magic crystals and one 000 iron ingots.

Another profitable venture, turning her attention to other orders in the trading post.

She noted a predominance of food transactions, though now it was primarily lords selling food with very few seeking to acquire it.

Moreover, she discerned a noteworthy trend.

Nearly all orders could be exchanged from magic crystals, suggesting that these crystals were subtly evolving into a common currency among lords.

Gazing at her stockpile of six 000 magic crystals, a smile crept across her lips, transforming her into a cunning dragon lord.

If merely 1 000000 elite food rations could unsettle them, how would they respond should she present over 20 0000 ordinary pieces of equipment for trade.

Without hesitation, she listed all the equipment she had acquired on the trading post.

Currently, she found no shortage of stone or wood, and all transactions were conducted using magic crystals and iron ingots.

Furthermore, her legion of undead continued to swell, rendering weaponry unnecessary.

Were it not for the scarcity of lords possessing iron ingots, their inflated prices would not have persisted.

Ordinarily, a magic crystal is certainly worth more than a piece of iron ingot.

The evil spirits said, comprising three defensive pieces of equipment individually lacks the value of weapons of the same tier.

This is indisputable.

Very well.

Let this group of fools be astonished.

Chapter 43.

Ascending two levels.

Bayou glanced at the system clock.

It was just around 7 in the morning.

The once tranquil world chat had erupted into a frenzy due to the orders by you had placed.

10ear pact.

What has transpired? Am I dreaming? Just awakened and already shocked by the big shot.

Five-star general.

Goodness gracious.

Over 2,000 pieces of equipment.

Has the crab yellow burger master slaughtered an entire tribe? Is this even reasonable? General U 99,999 master is phenomenal.

Simply remarkable.

ZBC, there are actually commander level equipment.

It's only the fourth day and the master can already take down commander level creatures.

It's astounding.

I bow in reverence.

Only love mature women.

That set of armor is simply outrageous.

It's just too expensive.

I can't afford it.

Big mango, someone let me a mature woman.

What on earth? Observing the increasingly absurd tone of the world chat by you decisively, you shut it down.

Indeed, it was big mango with yellow humor everywhere.

I'm so pure.

I cannot allow them to lead me astray.

Now that Bayou had acquired wealth, it was time for some indulgence.

The concept of having 323 spirit cores was liberating.

Bayou felt that for the foreseeable future, worries about acquiring spirit cores were a thing of the past.

Aside from iron ingots, which Bayou currently could not procure, all other resources were nearly abundant.

The number of undead had doubled, and Bayou assigned half of them to chop wood and mine stone.

This way, even when Bayou was not utilizing stone and wood, the resources would continually grow.

In less than a day, Bayu s bears were ready for another upgrade, bringing immense joy.

Requirements for barracks upgrade: 2,000 magic crystals, 20 spirit cores.

Given this situation, Bayou felt as though he could continuously upgrade the barracks to maximum level.

Upgrade the fourth level barracks astonishingly unlocked the bone dragon.

The upgrade materials had also doubled, but that was insignificant since Bayu is now wealthy.

I shall upgrade again.

A new troop type, the phantom dragon, was unlocked.

In Bayou's recollection, the phantom dragon seemed similar to a wraith.

Lacking a physical form, Bayou was not well-versed in this area and would refrain from commenting until witnessing the summoning of the phantom dragon.

Alas, I forgot about the magic crystals.

The bold declarations Bayou had just made came crashing down.

Although Bayou still desired to upgrade with 263 spirit cores remaining, which are more than sufficient, the magic crystals were lacking.

Just a moment ago, Bayou had lamented becoming affluent.

Yet, after upgrading the barracks twice, he found himself devoid of funds.

The 6,000 magic crystals in the warehouse had vanished completely.

Nonetheless, considering the successful elevation of the barracks by two levels, it was all worth it.

Magic crystals were still relatively easy to acquire for Bayou at this stage, unlocking two formidable troop types made by you feel as though he was on the verge of soaring to new heights.

However, it was premature to set any expectations.

Summoning was random.

It would be quite embarrassing if neither a bone dragon nor a phantom dragon were summoned the following day.

Bayou had successfully experienced the essence of earning money through hard work while spending it as if it flowed like water.